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Inception in Real Life

I woke up at 5:18 this morning from a dream about a dream.

In my dream, a guy I know and I were telling my mother a "funny story" - namely, how we had (independently) had the same dream. We interrupted each other, filling in details and saying how strange it was that we'd dreamt the same thing. There was a barn involved; I think we were stranded at a farm, and had to spend the night in a tent, which I remember thinking was a detail that sounded sketchy and maybe shouldn't be included in this retelling.

Arriving in my dream (the movie makes a good point - you always arrive in the middle of a dream, when something is in process and you're just suddenly there), I noticed that this guy was massaging my feet as we casually chatted with my mom. I guess we're dating? I thought. In Dreamland, I was fine with this foot massage, although I'm not sure how I would feel about it in a real life relationship...

Anyway, I woke up and looked over at the clock, and wondered, Did that happen? Did we really share a dream? How long ago was that? I felt like maybe it was at the start of December.* I wasn't really sure. And then I thought, Woah - Inception in real life. Weird...

It wasn't until I had started my day a few hours later that I could confidently say we did not share a dream. If we had, I would surely have told someone before now. Also, I am not dating this guy, and I would have a very clear (and I'm sure awkward) memory of a conversation in which one of us admitted to dreaming about the other, and the other one returning the admission that they had also dreamed about the other, and then the super strange reality that it was THE SAME DREAM would have come to light. And then we probably would have started dating.


(Sidenote: all y'all who are trying to guess who said guy is and if we might, in fact, end up dating, I will just tell you that I've dreamed of dating various guys whom I have never dated and never will date for a variety of reasons, and that a man's appearance as a boyfriend in my dream is in no way indicative of our real-life relationship.)

The point is this: I honestly didn't know how much of my dream was dream. This has happened a few other times. Once, it was only after referencing a conversation from the night before with someone that I discovered that conversation was a dream, not reality. Oops.

It's a strange feeling, and I kind of wish that Inception were a real thing.
(I wonder what the message is I needed to hear.)

*sometime this fall (I'm not sure when), my friend Amelia and I discovered that a mutual friend made an appearance in both of our dreams on the same night. This came up briefly in conversation last night, and is where I lay the blame for all this other wacked-out-ness.


Vanessa said…
WHOA. I totally had a dream WITHIN a dream. Last night.
True story. I even told Jamie about it. He didn't believe me. But it happened.
I thought about Inception, too.
2 days! :D
Beth said…
was I in your dream? was there a farm? a tent? a boy giving foot massages??

ha ha ha.

so strange.
harmamae said…
Wow, the dreamworld can be so creepy... I've had people assure me in my dream very seriously that I wasn't dreaming, and then I woke up and found out I WAS.

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